Home is Where the (Heart?) Is

Again, more musings about home from a wanderer. Because that is what I am, during the college years of my life. I pack up my bags every three months, if not more frequently. Jet lag still hits me, but time zones don't phase me. And in all of that travel, there is the ever-present question of home.

I am at a home now. But it isn't my primary home anymore. Vermont is a place I visit, to return to family.

Abu Dhabi isn't my primary home for a while either - I am studying away in New York for the 2013 calendar year.

The places I am for short times - Nepal, Oman, are never my primary homes.

My J-Term location, Ghana, is a temporary primary home.

Right now though, I am between homes.

Because while home is where the heart is - places your heart ties you to are always home, and you can always return, to some extent - home is also where your life is.

The place where your school is, where your work is, where your friends are, where you buy groceries.

For the next year New York will be my primary home. Living there, I know there is a chance that will still by my primary home after the foggy notion of graduation.

But now, in Vermont, I also know that this is no longer my primary home, and won't be again for a very long time.

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